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'Cause I do what I want to do anyway
I can slit my wrists if I want to
By the time I get to Arizona
I'm not from L.A. or New York
I
Bills reach to the tree tips
If we do a remix
By then mine might reach to an eclipse
Peep this, I'll be out lurking by the beach
Backwoods packed good
The sucka dropped a diss we did our shit why would i lie
Get pissed off and wanna drive by
Get fullys more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that n***a
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
Every album like a bird!
[Lil' Boosie]
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
But I talk
bids
Last I heard servin' twenty-five to life
Shootin' over dice
Head crack, hunnid dollar game, said he shot him twice
Tissues for the woman with
punks
in the cells, and caught a couple of the C.O.'s
Snatched a brother by his neck
and knocked him down and broke his nose
Here's the bumrush - twenty
you out and when you wake up
I'll just be standin' there with a mischievous grin
Likw "Ha. We meet again"
I'll puncture yo skin with a crack fiend's
a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since
unlock, it's war til we fall
(Repeat)
(Killa Tay)
Twistin tongues, get em sprung, like the crack rock
I gets love from the gardens to the Mac block
I ride
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
niggas)
Austrian gats with extensions
Small cracks per ten cents
Big boulder for a hundred stash
It in a Benz van (Yeah)
Cartier glasses rimless
Lust for
day when I wake up by myself
It used to feel so big
Now it seems to fit just right
Is there even room for someone else ?
'Cause it's been so long
Tell
and every spoon black in the drawer
Mama used crack and his pops shoot smack in his arm
He just use that, it's all of the fuel that's in these bars (woo)
my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Dreams about gettin' in the Wraith I'ma do it
Big .40 on me when I'm in my
get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right
My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned
the code they can't crack, I feel like Da Vinci
Looking in my bank account, someone come and pinch me
You ain't been shit since you left college, Frank
go, I ain't no big nigga though
But it take no time to split a bitch nigga Cantaloupe
Bust 'em up one by one, niggas know how it's done
If it's not
your kind many times (many times)
Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap
M.S. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack
For who
Severn Sound
To cut 'em up in the mills for timber
And the ships would haul spring summer and fall
Till the ice came in December
One Sabbath Day big
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just
It's that
It's that
Northwest classic
Amharic accented
Slanging them cassettes since the days of the mix-tape
Raised in the 80's late
When crack
I'm ever down, I'ma get right back
You can't even speak to any bitch I crack
They don't know what whip I'm in
'cause it went by fast
If a bag there,
They always forget you until they remember they need some
I got that crack, that's that shit that make all of these fiends run
Take a dab with your
Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack
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